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Here is a conversation that Tom and I had via email last night:

Subject: Lil list


Tom: Couple of things I wanna ask.

1) Do you mind if I skip out of Hell? It's starting to get dull, or do you
want to add this painting of yours first?
(Regarding current email plot)

2) Do you want me to come over next Saturday? Seeing as your b-day is next
Thursday. I need to know today so I can arrange things accordingly at
work.

Me: 1) I've been planning it half of the day but it's up to you. I don't care.

2) You can do what you like

Tom: If I was completely oblivious, I'd say you were happy knowing me.

Me: (Not entirely sure what he means but having a vague idea) How do you mean?

Tom: Everytime I try to make a comment or talk to you, your reply always seems to be some bitter, snappish reply.

Me: Oh really

Tom: Yes. Really. Or at least all signs of manners have disappeared.

Me: oh

Tom: That's how I've been reading it anyway. Is that how it was meant to come out? Yes or no.

Me: (Deciding not to lie to cover up what I really think or to spare his feelings anymore) Yes.

End of conversation